The Goat is Dripping Blood...

From the death of Indianapolis' Casque arises Sacred Leather, and they are here to remind you what metal is. Sacred Leather drop Night Hunger ( a two song banger of scorched venom) to bludgeon ear canals with a stripped down and ripping riff drenched vehicle of the damned and doomed. All the greats are smashed together in a blood soaked amalgam conjuring elements of thrash, d-beat, doom, and early black metal. The guitar is a writhing serpent of chaos of straight ahead face smashing riffs and blast furnace solos. The drums are the collective galloping of the four horse men: unabashedly caving in the weak's skulls and furious in the pursuit of the apocalypse. The bass is the undercurrent of torture seeping from the depths of the abyss. The vocals are gruff and wailing, spreading the seed of the damned and sinfully indulgent. Sin fueled and casting their collective spell over listeners, Sacred Leather have conjured a two songs peek into the fiery hunger of all woebegone sinners with Night Hunger. Indulgent and armed by the beast, Sacred Leather are coming for the souls of the willing and unwilling alike. Burn all the temples and run wild with Sacred Leather. Bleed the goat and fornicate in its spilled blood. Sacred Leather would be proud.

*Good luck finding Night Hunger... Be prepared to catch Sacred Leather whenever or wherever live as the live show is the only way you're liable to hear their songs anytime soon.